Luyện nghe bài hát Hungry

Yo, niggaz don't want of this
Niggaz they can't fuck with this
Turn this shit up just a little

I walk the night in rhymin' armor, a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row for an Inter scope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara symbolize dope, like do terror
just had a baby someone else decapitated

Flashbacks of past raps me so glad I made it
Players is gettin' traded, I drop a gem off, them style is jaded
My juice is shit is so bangin' niggaz say it's gang related
On philosopher's of thought, I've skated with precision

Crews is gettin' split like decisions com will let it ride in
Vision like Coleco or tel, I stars in stellar
Regions, my thought was my like my offspring
Now, it's

My reason of rhyme to season and time
Season of mind, body and regions
In cookouts, I'm leavin' the swine
Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef Ice Cube

Came in this rap life now I'm fully clothed with flows
You tricks can't hide behind cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in
With classic material, imperial and like

Got mag but my a mic
You like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a night
Oracle arouse, niggaz even run for cover right

Downtown lovers hold hands
I breathe like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef I go wild

mics like a second nut until the second comin'
Hummin' comin' towards you with like forwards do
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm you
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay

Flowin' room temperature, is presumed miniature
golf soft like Tiger Woods
And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's
Don't need to rob banks with dike to set it

I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a
Rhyme wise, you a haven
You sat by the door spooked I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin' and less

A praise in hell, heaven
Like the on my pager leavens
What you should have known day one
You on day seven

Hungry hip hop junkie in the
Hungry hip hop in the city
Hungry hip hop junkie in the